You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan looked at the falling snow outside the window and asked, "Conditions?"

"Gold, silver, jewels, beautiful women, the adoration of the people, the bestowal of honor by His Majesty, and a name etched in history. With your painting skills, you should easily obtain these..."

Chai Jin put forward these conditions almost without thinking, as if it were natural.

The purpose of life is nothing more than money, fame, status, and power.

If you are a man, you will naturally want beauty and lust, and embrace the beauty with a smile.

Even painters only work for these mundane things.

Bai Wan smacked his lips and said, "In your heart, the best map in the world can be exchanged for these?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes helplessly, with some unknown emotions oozing out from the gaps between his fists.

Seeing this, Chai Jin naturally realized that the person opposite him looked unhappy, but he really didn't understand what he heard.

"If you don't think these are to your liking, are there other options?"

He was really anxious, so he stretched out his hand and handed over the pen and paper, as if waiting for the other party to write it down.

Bai Wan didn't take it and refused it directly.

Ling Shumo also took the paper and brush back a step.

"Why……"

Chai Jin was still puzzled.

Bai Wan was like an old man who had practiced for thousands of years. Yuanshan frowned slightly, shook his sleeves, and sighed softly.

"You've gone through so much hardship, and becoming a painter is the reward for your hard work. And I've stayed among the common people as a result of experiencing the ups and downs of life."

"I've been a hungry beggar and a ruffian since I was little, a court painter treading on thin ice, and an army engineer bravely fighting the enemy. Even the title of First Painting Officer and the undeserved title of Painting Saint cannot compare to my love for ink and wash."

"You are still young, and your understanding of the art of painting differs from mine. A painting in a golden cage cannot achieve immortality."

"Painting is very difficult. I still don't understand it and am still learning how to understand it..."

Upon hearing this, Chai Jin couldn't help but feel shocked.

The words spoken by the person in front of me were like a sudden surge of emotion in my heart. Although I didn't understand them, I was still moved.

In particular, it is so shocking that this world-famous painting master actually said that he did not understand painting.

What is the art of painting?

Chai Jin had thought about it before, so he gave up on becoming Han Miaoran's apprentice and chose to become an apprentice to the court painter to continue his official position.

He suddenly felt that there was a huge gap between this painting saint and ordinary painters...

"Han Huasheng, oh no, Bai Huashi."

Chai Jin seemed to have suddenly realized something and bowed, looking only at the handsome man nearby.

"I won't bother you anymore!"

At this moment, Aunt Xiu and Old Man Bai came out from the inner room holding amber dough.

The conversation was barely interrupted.

"Why do you look so weird? Come! Have some soup."

Aunt Xiu held her waist and wanted to pass the bowl but was stopped by Old Man Bai's eyes.

Old Man Bai helped the woman sit down and then handed her the bowl.

"Abai, this is the soup your Aunt Xiu has been preparing for a long time. Can you heat it up and try it?"

Bai Wan immediately put away his previous solemnity, took the bowl of soup with a playful smile, and handed it to Ling Shumo, then took a sip with a smacking of his lips.

Chai Jin also took a sip and said, "Thank you very much."

……

Jinluan Palace.

The officials argued endlessly.

Half a month later, the coronation ceremony of the new dynasty that unified the Three Kingdoms would be held.

At the beginning, Lingyu was trying to persuade the country to surrender, which was different from Xuanli's destruction of the country.

If Lingyu had not become more powerful when Xuanli and Daqing were at war, and had not formed an alliance with them in public but often watched the fire from the other side of the river behind their backs, and even wanted to attack the Qing army when they formed an alliance to attack Xuanli, Daqing would not have taken the initiative to strike first.

As a result, all the officials of Xuanli were exterminated, and the talented officials of Lingyu were directly arranged to work in Daqing.

Lingyu's old ministers opposed extravagance and waste, while Daqing advocated red tape and luxury.

"Your Majesty, we haven't found Han Huasheng yet. How can we obtain this world's number one painting?"

The Minister of Rites Ying Tianwen bowed sincerely.

"Perhaps we should hold a grand celebration to show the country's strength and prosperity in a dignified manner. Otherwise, let's abandon this painting..."

"no!"

Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan directly refused.

He could order that everything be kept simple, and all arrangements and equipment be as economical as possible.

However, although it can sympathize with the people and earn a reputation for diligence and frugality.

but……

I still insisted on seeing the best picture in the world on the day I ascended the throne.

As long as he thought about the millions of people coming to worship him, he still wanted the popular painting master Han Miaoran to restore his reputation to the world...

"Han the Painting Saint is a scholar of the Three Kingdoms period, a man revered by the people. If he could sing the praises of the Great Celebration, it would be worth a hundred years of history and unite the people."

Hearing the emperor say this, all the officials in the palace could not help but secretly criticize him.

There is still half a month left to ascend the throne!

Everyone is so busy, how can we find this painting master!